“Leave me alone.”
“Nah, you start this jealous, insecure shit when you drink.”
I tried to yank away, but he only gripped my arm tighter.
“Whodie…”
“Relax, man. You really need to fuckin’ chill.”
For a second, the tension between us shifted. We had been arguing like enemies, but that was how it always went with us. One minute, we were ready to kill each other, and the next, we remembered why we worked so well together. Whodie kissed me, making me forget why I was mad. I could hear the zipper of his jeans and them falling to the floor. He picked me up withoutbreaking the kiss. As soon as the dick entered, my mind went blank.
“You done being crazy?” Whodie asked.
I didn’t answer, trying to be hardheaded. Shit, maybe I wanted him to punish me. Whodie did just what I wanted him to do. He pounded harder, snatching my breath with every thrust. Straight thug passion. Fucking, tonguing, and gold chains hitting against each other as he dominated what belonged to him.
“Adore, you gon’ quit fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me?”
“Yes!” I whimpered.
“Good, now cum on this dick before I take it out and make you suffer.”
I did as he asked, but this wouldn’t be the first time his ass would fuck me good and not let me cum.
“We done beefin’?” Whodie asked as he pulled his pants up.
“Maybe. It depends.” I laughed.
“Now you talkin’ ‘bout maybe when my dick ain’t in you.”
“I’m done beefing with you, Whodie.”
“Good, because we need to come up with our next move.”
“I handled it,” I told him.
“Yeah, you handled it loud and wrong.”
“Yeah, well, fear keeps people in line.”
“And attentions get niggas locked up.”
I sat down beside him. That was the thing with Whodie. He never tried to take the throne from me. He always made sure I looked at things like a boss. He flicked the ash into the tray and looked over at me.
“I just got word she’s not pressing charges. But you fucked her leg up pretty bad.”
“It was a fucking .22.” I rolled my eyes.
Whodie shook his head, “You sitting here like you ain’t did shit.”
“I did what needed to be done.”
“Next time, holla at me first.”
He got up and grabbed his shirt.
“Fuck you going?”
“My spot until you sleep the liquor off. Don’t want to argue all night.”
